Monday, December 31, 2007

I see my friend Beth beat me to my last post of the year's idea...but I'm certain they won't be the same.

2007 was a whirlwind of dreams for me. It all started with Spring Training in Ft. Myers and meeting Kelly off the SG site. It began flying in on Friday with plans of returning on Monday....next thing I know I'm changing flights, crashing at Brenken's and staying for another game so I can see Beckett pitch :) Then of course, it's Opening Day in TEXAS!!! I go to all three games and it is awesome how much fun I have...except it's April and it's freaking 38 degrees!!!! WHF???? IN TEXAS??? Then of course, it's Memorial weekend coming up and I have tickets for all three games....but my best friend's stepdaughter is getting married and I HAVE to attend it...SO I go to the first game and sell the other two :long sigh: But it was a grand wedding and I had a blast! Plus I truly know that the bride and groom really appreciated that I came. Next up San Diego!!! I fly into L.A.X. and stay with my good friend SoxontheBeach and then we head south....of which note to self: Always add on about 3 extra hours when you're driving to San Diego from L.A.....three games of glorious greatness!! Getting to meet several off SG for the first time yet Again...Beth, Horsham, Nate, Bellbabe, Poprocksncoke, along with the regulars MrsMLB(her buddy Mel) and Kelly. Next scheduled trip was Boston...of which I was able to catch 4 games this time and stayed there for a entire week. I got to meet for the first time Hayes (thank YOU so much for Walden!!), JET came in for a Wednesday game (I think I scared that little kid sitting in front of us), Becks got to meet me (I finally convinced her that not all Texans are dumb), and CapeCodder!! (and thanks to YOU we got the San Diego tickets!). Got to meet Cindy for a couple of beers but that's ok cos i get to spend more time during my SocTober visit. Of course I got to see all my regulars while there too: Kelly, Cyn, and abunch off my other serialkiller internet board friends. I love Boston...it's almost like going home for me. Ok the last trip for baseball was going to Baltimore....I met up with Kelly at the airport then headed to the hotel of which Cyn was waiting for us....check in, change, head to the park....again getting to meet many SGers for the first time yet again! I had already met hayes...so she was there...Citizen, JD, Rob, TED and his brother Mattie, Kurt(aka Superman), BB and wifey, AB, Candaon!. WE all met at this sports bar....descending down like a family reunion. I think they were sorta glad we left. Another Three glorious games! Got to see Millah!! I think every series I went to I got to see Beckett pitch...even Spring Training. But all good things gotta come to a close....or do they?? not when it's SoxTOBER!!!! The boys played their hearts out...and stole the tomahawks from the Indians....and on to knocking the Snow out of the Rockies. Can you say it with me?? The Red Sox are the 2007 World Series Champions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well of course you're wondering....so did ya go to the WS parade again?? Sad to say but with my new job I was not able to go....as it was during the week. BUT I did go that weekend so I could see the banner flying from Fenway. Plus a few of us took a little trip to a sportshow to get Snyder's autograph...cyn, kelly and cindy! I got to hang out with JET and Becks my first night, then on to hanging out with cyn, kelly, cindy and Tru and his daughters...PLUS got to see my friend Chrissy at the souvenir store of which Mike Timlin was in there shopping!!!! Of course I got to thank him and that fairly made up for not seeing the parade. Awesome that it was....I cried softly that I was not able to see Paps do his jig, Lowell smile and wave, Beckett just stand and smile(he just doesnt show emotions off the mound unless being showered with beer or champagne-hmmmm New years) ... I hate that I missed the parade...but I'll Always have the 2004 WS Parade experience. That is one story I will tell over and over.

On a personal note, I got the best job ever a few months ago....a great raise and promotion with a new company....giving me the opportunity and chance to hone skills that will hopefully land me a job in Boston....where my heart is.

2008 is around the corner and I know it brings nothing but good things. I'm just going to leave you with a couple of my favorite things

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Yes, those boots belong to Beckett. What you say?? He has pants on?? Well of course he does....But more importantly Beckett has his cowboy boots on cos that's Beckett, au natural. You were expecting to see his nekkid body?? Puhhhleeeeeezzzzz! Both pics were snagged by Centerfield off of ESPN and I'm damn determined to learn how she does it. I'm sure it can't be that hard...but goshdurn it, I've yet to figure it out. Thanks Texas Gal for putting these up for me!! Aside from our mutual admiration for Beckett (for different reasons I might add), we are at odds about college football in Texas...but no one is perfect I guess. (just kidding ya TG) yep there's Josh again wearing a cap promoting his Hunting Ranch south of S.A.. He was at the AlamoDome rooting on his Aggies (of which they lost to JoePa-who names someone that?) I swear pictures of Beckett are getting more and more predictable here lately. So I'm thinking New Year's Eve...just where is Beckett going to land? Billy Bobs? with Pat Green cancelling his show in Waco and George Strait not having a New Year's Eve show....just where do YOU think Josh will spend it?? at the Ranch? I would bet that Josh is going to be in Austin to see George at the Erwin Center on January 10th....hmmmm the after party most likely would be....

Saturday, December 29, 2007

yes I Know...I posted about this Wheaties Box some time ago when it first came to our attention. HOWEVER...my good friend SoxontheBeach in L.A. got me one. I'm sitting talking to my son on my work cellphone when my personal cellphone rings....I can't answer it of course but see it's from SotB whom I had spoken to earlier while she was on her way to the store. After getting off the phone with my son I check the message. It's a bit high pitched and quick...then she hangs up. I'm trying to decipher her message cos all I heard was one word "Guidos". Well at least that's what I thought. I figured she had to have mistakenly called me and realized she was leaving a message for the wrong person...someone named Guido...or she was looking for a restaurant?? I don't know...so I put the phone down.

I couldn't let it rest...I listened to the message again...............and again.................and again. I sat there staring at the phone after listening to it one more time...when it hit me like a shotgun shell blasting a deer for dinner. WHEATIES!!! She said WHEATIES!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm scrambling to call her back....leave my own garbled message in a high pitched voice....thank Pod she returned my phone call and NOW my 2nd Christmas Present will be a genuine Wheaties Box with my very own Joshua Patrick Beckett on the front.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

I can't believe I am posting this but I am so sick and tired of this crap...and I am just sickened that Roger can't own up to it. Ok The Mitchell Report comes out and names several who have stepped forward and admitted truth to the report....well their "part" in the truth. One of those who admitted was Andy Pettitte, BFF of Roger Clemens, otherwise known on SG as FUT. Now I am all about the phrase Innocent until Proven Guilty....HOWEVER, if Wahjah expects me to believe that he has been this best friend-does all workouts together-whereeveryougoIgo-loveyalikeabrother-friendship with Andy Pettitte who appears to be this clean-cut nice boy from Katy....and Andy did steriods a couple of times but Roger didn't??!!! PuuuuuuuHHHLEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZE.....Roger....you've reduced yourself to putting yourself on YOUTUBE???? Come ON!!! Honestly, why can't you just come clean(no pun intended well ok yah it is) and just tell the "truth" like the others.

If Roger can actually give proof...someone who will come forward to dispute the claims on the report....fine. But his word??? It ain't good enough for me anymore.

Monday, December 24, 2007

A shout-out to all my favorite people out there!! those who read and those who post. Ted, git yor family well. hygs to Angie, Ciera, Rakes and Trot. Matt and Scott go easy on Ted...he can't help it. Sorry I forgot STACY!!! Becks, save some of that jambalaya for me. JET drink a guinness for me. Horsham enjoy your stay in the states. Stephen safe travels back home. Sparkles I hope you get your dog soon. Merry Christmas to all those who I got to meet this year and those I met before off SG: Cyn, Brenken, and Soxonthebeach, VaritekChick, Kelly, Citizen, JD, Rob, BB et al, Hayes, Candaon, Kurt, Beth, Bellbabe, Nate, Becks and Bob, Horsham, JET, Ted, Cindy, MrsMLB, poprocksncoke, i hope i didnt forget anyone.

Merry Christmas to all my Texas Red Sox players of 2007 (anyone born in Texas) Mike Timlin, Josh Beckett, Kyle Snyder and David Murphy. Wishing ya loads of happiness....and Josh, I'm still waiting on that autograph on my flag...you're the only one that's missing at this point.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Guinness!!

OMP!! how could I forget STEVE??!!!! I met STEVE the ferret this year!!! and even took a pic of him and Kyle. GOSH the memories of 2007. :)

ok I am a complete and utter doofus. I forgot and left off a southeast Texas boy: Clay Buchholz! ::slaps forehead:: thanks kelly for the headsup. ::bangs head on keyboard:: ok two more autographs are needed on my flag.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

I make no bones about the fact that I am Texan Proud. I am proud to be a Texan and I root my Texas boys who play for my beloved team, The Red Sox. I've made it clear that Beckett is a Texas boy I admire for his way with the ball and for having balls. He knew he was great way back when he was waiting to get drafted. He stitched "Phenom" in his school jacket...pretty ballsy for a highschooler? Nope. This was Josh Beckett. It was a toss-up between he and Josh Hamilton, the centerfielder who was just traded to the Rangers by the Reds, who was going to be #1 draft choice. Two Josh's and you couldn't be further apart from their personalities. Tampa Bay was scared off by Beckett's assumed cockiness (i believe the rumor was he seemed alittle too comfortable sitting around the room with feet up on the coffee table and calling Execs by first names) and went with Hamilton....and we all know what road that took. I have to say I am proud that Hamilton has recovered and is back on the right road....and I wish him well in Texas. However, back to Beckett....Beckett played hard ball with the Marlins...he refused to take a measely 4 million and signed up to play ball at Blinn Jr. College in Brenham, Texas....till finally the Florida team caved to give him 7 million package with 4 million signing bonus. and that got the Marlins a World Series MVP 2003. (let alone that AFTER the World Series that year, he won Muy Grande in Texas!)

2007. Wins in first 9 starts. 20 game winner. 4 game Post game winner. beat C.C. (cy young winner) twice in playoffs. his strike out ratios? his shut outs?

You ask me why I'm proud?? all i need to say is Joshua Patrick Beckett.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, Thanks for de bird in de Pear tree. I fix it las' night with dirty rice. I doan tink de pear tree will grow in de swamp so I swap it for a Satsuma.

Day 2: Dear Boudreaux, You letter say you sent two turtle doves, but all I got was two scrawny pigeons. Anyway, I mixed dem with andouille an made some gumbo out of dem.

Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why doan you sent some crawfish? I'm tired of eating dem darn birds. I gave two of dose prissy French chickens to Marie Trahan over at Grans Bayou an fed the tird one to my dog Phideaux. Marie needed some sparring partners for her fighting rooster.

Day 4: Dear Boudreaux, Mon Dieux! I tol you no more friggin birds. Deez four, what you call dem "calling birds" were so noisy you could hear dem all de way to Napoleonville. I used dere necks for my crab traps, an fed de rest of dem to de gators.

Day 5: Dear Boudreaux, You finally sen' somethin useful. I like dem golden rings, me. I hocked dem at da pawn shop in Thibodeaux and got enuf money to fix da shaft on my shrimp boat an buy a round for da boys at de Raisin' Cane Lounge. Merci Beaucoup!

Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Couchon! Back to da birds, you coonass turkey! Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to death at dem six gaeases. He tried to eat dems eggs and dey peck de heck out ah his snout. Dey good at eating cockroaches, though. I may stuff one of dem wit erster dressing on Christmas day.

Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I see you. Thibeau, da mailman, is ready to kill ya. The merde from all dem birds is stinkin' up his mailboat. He afraid someone will slip on dat stuff and sue him good. I let those seven swans loose to swim on de bayou and some duck hunters from Mississippi blasted dem out of de water. Talk to you tomorrow.

Day 8: Dear Boudreaux, poor ole Thibeau, he had to make tree trips on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids a milkin and their cows. One of dem cows got spooked by da alligators and almost tipped over da boat. I doan like dem shiftless maids, me no. I tolt dem to get to work guttin fish and sweepinq the shack but dey say it wasn't in dair contract. Dey probably think dey too good ta skin nutrias I caught las night.

Day 9: Dear Boudreaux, What you trying to do huh? Thibeau had to borrow the Lutcher ferry to carry dem jumpin twits you call Lords-a-Leaping across the bayou. As soon as dey gots here dey wanted a tea break with crumpets. I doan know what dat means but I says, *Well La Di Da. You get Chicory coffee or nuttin. Mon Dieu, Emile. What I'm gonna feed all dese bozos? Dey too snooty for fried nutria, and de cows done eat my turnip greens.

Day 10: Dear Boudreaux, You got to be outs you mind! If de mailman don't kill you, I will fo sure. Today he deliver tem half nikid floozies from Bourbon Street. Dey said dey be Ladies Dancin but dey doan act like ladies in front of dose Limey twits. Dey almos left after one of dem got bit by a water moccasin over by da out-house. I had to butcher two cows to feed toute le monde an had to get toilet paper. The Sears catalog wasn't good enuf fer dose hoity-toity Lords' royal behinies.

Day 11: Dear Boudreaux, where y'at? Cheerio an pip pip. Your eleven pipers piping arrives today from the House of Blues, second lining as dey got off de boat. We fixed stuffed goose and beef jambalaya, finished da whiskey and we having a fais-do-do. Da new mailman he drink a bottle of Jack Daniel an he having a good time yeah dancing with de floozies. Thibeau he jump off de Sunshine Bridge yesterday, screaming your name. If you get a mysterious, ticking package in de mail, doan open it.

Day 12: Dear Boudreaux, I sorry to tell ya but I not your true love anymore, no. After da fais-do-do, I spent de night with Jacque, de head piper. We decide to open a restaurant and gentleman's club on de bayou. The floozies (pardon me, Ladies Dancing) can make $20 for a table dance, and de Lords can be waiters an valet park de boats. Since de maids doan have no more cows ta milk, I trained dem ta set my crab traps, watch my trotlines, an run my shrimping business. We will probably gross maybe a million clams nex year.

Friday, December 21, 2007

On dem first day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: A crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem second day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem third day of Christmas my true love she gave to me: Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem fourth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem fifth day of Christmas, I could not believe in all my days what she come up with: Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem sixth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem seventh day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem eighth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem ninth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Nine oysters stewin', Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem tenth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Ten pirogue paddles, Nine oysters stewin', Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem eleventh day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Eleven duck decoys, Ten pirogue paddles, Nine oysters stewin', Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem twelveth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Twelve shotgun shells, Eleven duck decoys, Ten pirogue paddles, Nine oysters stewin', Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

** Notes: a pirogue (pronounced pee-roh) is a flat-bottomed canoe; fleur de lis is the flower of the french kings and the New Orleans Saints football symbol; cypress knees are the roots of a cypress tree that sticks out of the water; poules d'eau (pronounced pool-doh) is chicken or hen of the water - ie: a coot or duck; pousse cafe (pronounced poose kaffay) is coffee with a bit of alcohol in it; and Cajuns are the French Acadians that live in southern Louisiana

“To de top o’ de porchTo de top o’ de wallMake crawl, alligatorAn’ be sho’ you don’ fall.”

Like Tante Flo’s catT’ru de treetop he flyW’en de big ol’ houn’ dorgCome a run hisse’f byLike dat up de porchDem ole ‘gator clim!Wit’ de skiff full o’ toyAn’ St. Nicklus behin’.Den on top de porch roofIt soun’ like de hailW’en all dem big ‘gatorDone sot down dey tail.

Den down de chimneyI yell with a bamAn’ St. Nicklus fallAn’ sit on de yam.“Sacre!” he axclaim“Ma pant got a holeI done sot ma’se’fOn dem red hot coal.”

He got on his footsAn’ jump like a cardOut to de flo’Where he lan’ wit’ a SPLAT!

He was dress in musk-ratFrom his head to his footAn’ his clothes is all dirtyWit’ ashes an’ soot.A sack full o’ playt’ingHe t’row on his backHe look like a burglarAn’ dass fo’ a fack.

His eyes how dey shineHis dimple how merry!Maybe he been drinkDe wine from blackberry.His cheek was like a roseHis nose like a cherryOn secon’ t’ought maybeHe lap up de sherry.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Thrusted into a newRealm of thinking, A paradigm of whichI am not certain who myAllies are.Those who did not know meYet changed the livesOf many.Snatched mothers and fathers,Sons and daughtersIn exchange for fear.Some weredriven towardswhat they do notknow or why.Forced to look within,Reflecting on what I know to be trueBut hid from.Sifting through my heart,I see that which triesTo avoid my presence.Staring back and grabbingHold, I own it, feel it,Embrace this until itBurns my soul.Dropping it like hot coals,I can walk away.empty handed carryingWith meNothing,Nothing but freedom,Freedom to giveFreedom to take.To choose what I amcapable of being.Walking forward, IStep onto a path.A path shining with Diamonds.Cinders burned from within.they have always been there,Just waiting.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Leaving me behind inYour past was theKey toFinding salvationIn my future.Bits and pieces of your heart I tookWith me, those whichHeld the secrets to my soul.Each path I took, each choiceI’ve made has led me to where IAm going.Playfulness andsoul-searchingplay a partIn who I am and whoI am becoming.Reaching forward, grabbingAhold of my heart, pullingMyself into my arms,I relax into a state ofComfort,With my past, my present,My future,With Myself.

Monday, December 10, 2007

With each kick and breathThe fireman stares ominiouslyTowards the dish.Sinking it in the gloveHard and fastFocusing the ballHigh and on the insideTight and outsideignoringthe batters.Is he a Rembrandt,Van Gogh or Picasso?The men stare waitingWatchingSwingingAnd missingSlowly they turn backTo face the mound.Again.Once more with determinationGoing to make this pitch theirs.Leaning in, the closer swoopsHis head into their directionIntimidating them to submission.The closer turns his head slightlySlowly to first base smiling ever so briefThen turns firing a fastball pastThe batter in disbelief.Three pitches ends the game.

Friday, December 07, 2007

**taken off Josh's Herrera's Ranch website**Where the heck is Josh? That's the thing about being in Texas and living and running a ranch south of San Antonio: its all low key and no one bothers you or takes pictures. I mean if Josh lived in Houston or Dallas....he'd all over the paper.....but in Austin and San Antonio things are so laid back and all, he's left alone. Which is fine....except I miss seeing new pics of him.

I've been out of town working in my other city my company is housed in....and I'm so glad I'm home. Nothing on my mind except rest and relaxation. Tomorrow is fun and fitness. I'm joining a gym again to get back on my schedule...and then it's off to see Seth Walker at Saxon Pub. But the biggest laugh I got tonight is i think Ted finally found behavior modification for Rakes.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, two kickass catchers, and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kick ass catchers and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, FIVE STARTING PITCHERS!!!, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a six pack of cold beers, FIVE STARTING PITCHERS!!!, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers, and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, seven innings up by 6, a six pack of cold beers, FIVE STARTING PITCHERS!!!, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers, and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eight bullpen pitchers, seven innings up by 6, a six pack of cold beers, FIVE STARTING PITCHERS!!!, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers, and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, nine shutout innings, eight bullpen pitchers, seven innings up by 6, a six pack of cold beers, FIVE STARTING PITCHERS!!!, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers, and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, ten road game tickets, nine shutout innings, eight bullpen pitchers, seven innings up by 6, a six pack of cold beers, FIVE STARTING PITCHERS!!!, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers, and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me, eleven autographed world series balls, ten road game tickets, nine shutout innings, eight bullpen pitchers, seven innings up by 6, a six pack of cold beers, FIVE STARTING PITCHERS!!!, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers, and Jacoby Ellsbury.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, twelve Opening Day tickets, eleven autographed world series balls, ten road game tickets, nine shutout innings, eight bullpen pitchers, seven innings up by 6, a six pack of cold beers, FIVE STARTING PITCHERS!!!, four golden glove infielders, three flying outfielders, two kickass catchers, and Jacoby Ellsbury.

Saturday, December 01, 2007

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